A fantastic individual has passed me this blog of antique photographs: imagine my surprise to learn that my own Chico is 92 years old!
That's 644 in dog years!
No wonder he doesn't like kids in his yard.
A Thirtysomething Texan expatriate in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest.
That's 644 in dog years!
No wonder he doesn't like kids in his yard.
That dog's straight up like, "Yo Victoria, toss off that mourning kit and get with the new century, Ibsen-stylee."
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